Chapter 523： Centennial obsession

After all the guests tidy up the room, the program team has prepared a sumptuous dinner.

Sitting in the small pavilion to eat, Yan Zhixu's eyes noticed that Rong Cheng took care of Hua Shiying very considerately, but this care was very subtle and would not easily attract the attention of others.

And Hua Shiying's marriage line has gradually deviated, and peach blossoms have bloomed in the palace of life.

Noticing this scene, Yan Zhixu lowered his head and concentrated on eating the food in the bowl.

Everyone ate the first dinner since the broadcast in peace, and no one was making trouble and causing trouble.

Under the mourning of the netizens in the live broadcast room, today's live broadcast of the program team ended, and everyone returned to the room to take a bath and rest.

Yan Zhixu closed the window and pulled up the curtains. He lay on the bed and played a few games of Happy Xiaoxiao before putting down his mobile phone and going to sleep.

At night, everything is silent.

The villagers who had no tedious night life turned off the lights and fell asleep early, and at this moment, countless people fell asleep.

After twelve o'clock, the night was quiet, and the yin outside began to gradually gather.

The huge house was extraordinarily quiet, without any abnormal sound, but the people who fell asleep frowned and fell into a restless sleep.

Suddenly.

Yan Zhixu opened his tightly closed eyes, and those cold eyes seemed to be able to see things in the dark night.

She lifted the quilt, and without a word, pinched a magic trick and hit the floating shadow.

The moment the spiritual power hit, the phantom was dispersed and turned into smoke to escape.

"It's very courageous."

A house that doesn't see problems during the day has problems everywhere at night.

Yan Zhixu opened the door to the room, and the scene in the corridor made the air around her cold as ice.

In the hallway, in the living room, wandering spirits wandered in every corner of this house.

It is estimated that these wandering spirits have been dead for more than a hundred years, and most of them are wearing the armor of ancient soldiers.

Occasionally there are a few ragged refugees in this group of soldiers.

After wandering for a hundred years, their souls are weak, and they have long lost their minds. They only rely on a trace of obsession to remain in the world.

The death of this group of soldiers was tragic, and the wounds on their bodies were shocking, one can imagine how heroic they were when they died in battle.

They will absorb a trace of vitality from every living person, although it is insignificant, it cannot even cause a small cold in the human body.

But after a hundred years of ingestion, the energy value in it can be imagined.

The strange thing is...they didn't keep the life value absorbed from them.

It's like... a pious and heartfelt subordinate, offering energy to the master.

Yan Zhixu retracted his gaze and returned to the room. He squeezed his hands together to make a seal, so that these hundred-year-old undead could not get close to the people in the program group.

"...Obstinence?"

Obviously harmless, but what kind of obsession has made them persist until now?

She hit the spirit force again to investigate Wushan Village, and the spirit force rushed to the mountain behind her and disappeared without a trace.

Yan Zhixu pointed out that the calculation was an empty hexagram, and the time had not come.

Finding nothing, she lay back on the bed to rest.

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At the same time, several cars slowly drove into Wushan Village.

A team of doctors in white coats came down from the car, a group of seven people.

The leading male doctor wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his long and narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of darkness flashed in his eyes under the glasses.

As if feeling something, he raised his head and looked at the three-story house in the village.

"Shimo, what's wrong?"

Standing next to him, Sheng Jinyun looked tired and rubbed his sore waist.

"It's okay, let's go, go to the village chief's house."

Fu Shimo retracted his gaze, held a map in his hand, and led someone to knock on the door of the village head's house.